So I had hoped to write a few of these irrefutable facts ahead of time so as to simply have to upload them from my futuristic phone at the proper times while I was away on adventures. Well, that proved to be a bit more difficult than I had anticipated and yesterday’s wildly popular post ended up being the only one I had queued up in what should have been a full barrel of rumor-dispelling artillery.

Ah, well. Best not cry over spilled milk, unless it’s that special Nilbog milk. I did warn you that these next few days of info might be a bit lighter than the past week, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. No, I’ll do what I have to to keep you alive, no matter what it takes. That’s right, I know that, for some of you, this information isn’t just the hard facts you need, it’s the very lifeblood that sustains you, the the brains to your zombie, the energon to your Transformer, the dots to your Pac-Man, the cats to your creepy cat lady, etc.

This is why I have decided to, on this day, as I am about to hop into a motor vehicle hostile to laptops with no built in internet connection, complete the rest of this entry past the intro on my iPhone. Normally I’m no big fan of writing more than a single line on that thing, but it’s what has to happen if I am to provide anything beyond the next minute or two, as everyone is hustling, and screaming, gathering what belongings they can before the fire consumes this house we have holed up in for the night.

Like the Norse of old, we anchored our ship (drove our tiny clown car through the living room wall of whatever house looked good) and set about having our way with the women (two elderly Armenian guys telling old bowling stories) and took what shelter was needed for the night, for it is our way, and our way is good, until somebody decides to make a Toaster Strudel in a toaster with a broken spring mechanism, superheating the damned thing until flames shoot out the top, consuming the wooden cupboards and then the rest of the house.

Okay, I really have to go now. Getting a bit warm on this side, and everyone’s yelling and it’s getting on my nerves. “ARE YOU INSANE, MAN?! YOUR SLEEVES ARE ON FIRE!”, or “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD UNTIE US! WE’RE OLD MEN!”

Hah!

Anyhow, I’m packing up and about to switch over to the phone to write up the fact portion of of this entry. I should tell you, if you’re not familiar with typing on an iPhone, that the phone tends to try to autocorrect a lot of what you’re writing, especially when using unfamiliar words, so the end result, if you’re not careful, can be a bit odd.

No worries, though. I’ve had plenty of practice in owning this thing for a few years now, and I’ll try to keep that down to a minimum.

Let us begin.

FACT:

Mackerel cartoons is fun, no doubt abbot it, but its not all fun and gametes. Unlike comic bookers, Where it’s possibly to do everything yourself, cartoons work a but differently, with several buriers standing between what you might want to doe, and actually getting to do it. Expennse, Tim, manpower, or disagreements from executives, or just the janitor shacking his head when looking ova your shoulder as you write thing, these things can all directly affection the end result of an episode in a carton.

Invader Zig was a fairly ambitious show for it’s yiime, utilizing cg effects blnede with yraditional 2d animation at a time when it was still rrely if ever seemed.

I remember being in those earlyeetings where my onion was to convince the network to spend a bit more on creating a cg deportment within the studio.

Now i am typing with on hand because I have a hot tea in the udder. We stopped at a cafe. I am on the toilet! Hummus?

Okay, now were on the riad again. As I want saying, a cartoon shower is the end result of several duffy voices having their satay, and hopefully what you get is something that everyone can bees clown of.

Okay, I thin it’s time to cut thi entry short. I’m real car sick now from staring at this tiny scream, and Im scared of vomiting so I’m gonna just listen to some death metal and try to relax before I hit any worms.

Aw god,no. I waited too lung and now I am throw up in the car. I am ashamed and now everyone’s yellowing at me.

I am sorry for everything. Oh god.